Dizzy my mind has been of late. A whirlwind of shifting thoughts and feelings.
I sit – still, yet I am not.
I feel as if all the particles that make up my body, might at any moment pull apart. Leaving where I once was a heap of the smaller pieces my body is made from.
Another voice calls to me,
Look up, see higher things. The blue of the sky the softness of the clouds.
And so I answer the call, gazing upward.
I behold beauty that only One can orchestrate, symmetry in the world around me. The trees near me are perfectly outlined by soft white clouds miles behind them. Every bump in their outline perfectly haloed as if by an aura. Each contour echoed in pattern. Yet this pattern can only be seen from exactly where I sit.
A whisper through the chaos,
I am in control. All things are ordered aright.